Silco raised a glass to Childe, with a half-smirk on his face. "I earned this? From what I heard..." he tipped his glass toward him, then. "It was you, who struck the final blow on that Monstrosity, wasn't it?"

Silco was under no delusions. While he'd lurked in the shadows, filtered information from the Regent, through Ciel, and to the rest of them -- his part that he'd played was little. He perhaps had the...motivation to kill it, but aside from managing to spook it at just the right time in Venera to draw it out, he really hadn't done much.

"Care for a glass?"